Screwed

"God damn it, Rob." Cameron held the phone to his ear, listening to the recent escapades of one Robert Gerand. Today's top story: third detention. Maths, for copying someone else's work. He sighed. After three years, he really hadn't changed at all.

"Dude! That's not even the worst part! The guy LET me copy him! It's gotta be, like, against the damn law to put me in detention!" Rob's voice crackled down the line, his indignant tone obvious. Cameron sighed again.

"That's really not the point, man. You should've known you'd get mugged off for it. Lemme guess, the guy denied letting you copy him?" The wall looked particularly pleasing to Cameron's eyes. Anything to get away from this abundance of stupidity. But then again, he had been his best friend for a long time now, so... All is good. Said friend continued to drone on, and on about the atrocities of the school repercussions system.

Truth is, Rob and Cameron both separated after their second year of highschool. The former was pulled out and put into a private school, whereas the latter remained in school, and found himself to be extremely talented in the music industry. Rob in contrast was an aspiring author. Two extremes, really.

Cameron was currently using the end of his lunch break to talk to his old friend, and as their school timings were just slightly off, the end of his lunch break marked the starting of Rob's, leaving a very small window for them to talk to each other. Running a hand through his light brown hair, Cameron stared at the clock hanging on the large music room wall, above the various drums, guitars, etc. 1:20pm, it read.

"Hey Rob, I gotta shoot. I'll swing by later to hang around. Sound cool?" Cameron knew the answer; but asked it anyway as he knew it annoyed the other boy.

"Lessons already? Sucks to be you. And of course you can come, ya moron. Stop asking every time!" Rob scolded from the other end. A smile crept onto Cameron's face, and as they both said their goodbyes, the bell signifying lesson five chimed, and Cameron hung up.

Wandering down the corridor, which had a window wall to the right, and a wall lined by red key-hole lockers to the left (occasionally interrupted by the odd door), Cameron made his way to the next lesson, which was, Biology. Dang it.

"Yeah, see ya man." Rob tapped the hang up icon on his phone, and smiled to himself. It was honestly surprising how long after he left that he and Cameron had both stayed friends. After the long period of time not seeing them everyday, one by one most of Rob's 'old' friends disappeared, completely forgetting him. Bar Cameron, of course. He now had around an hour to kill, and most of his current school friends where in clubs. Boring clubs. Pointless clubs.

Rob set out to aimlessly wander the corridors of his school, not caring in the slightest for any passers by. His dark brown hair held firmly in a messy position with hair product, and his brown eyes constantly searching for something to do. His team zip hoodie flitting ever so slightly thanks to the wind.

He passed by the Year 11 common room, his common room. There were people in there, and things to do, but they all bored him. Boring, boring, boring. Nothing but the same grey monotonous lifestyle day in, day out. That's not to say his life was horrific, it was actually very comfortable. His grades were good, his athleticism was on point, and his social life was thriving. What wasn't to like?

And that was his problem. There were no blemishes, the private school beat all of those out of him in the first year of his transfer. In some cases, literally. He had made a note to himself since then to not try and piss off the strongest in the year. His tie was loose around his neck, top button undone, and shirt untucked. This was about as much as one could get away with in the school without major punishment.

During his little venture, Rob picked up a sandwich from the refectory, and a carton of milk. He didn't feel like eating something massive today, he just wanted to walk. Placing one earphone into his left ear, he began to tap his thigh with his right hand to the the beat of Pastel flags, by Anamanaguchi. His favourite band, of course.

Walking through the science corridor, which was usually quite full, but seemed almost deserted, Rob walked straight into the wall, that shouldn't have been there.

Wait.

Cursing under his breath, and staring up and the offending structure, Rob noted that it wasn't a wall, but an old oaken door. A golden plaque was at the centre-top of the door, it read Storage.

"That wasn't there yesterday." Rob looked around the other side of the door, and found no room, but the corridor seemingly continued on, as if the door was exactly that; just a door with no connecting room. "I swear, if X-files music starts playing, Imma flip." He muttered quietly. Realising there was no way for him to squeeze in between the small gap to the rest of the science block, Rob took hold of the cold silver doorknob, and with a deep breath, turned and opened the door.

Cameron exited the biology room, feeling increasingly more depressed with the next lesson. Physics. He had Chemistry before lunch, and afterwards, Biology and now Chemistry. And awful three lessons, in his opinion. Grumbling to himself as the adolescent trudged to the ill-lit classroom, he took note of the distinct lack of students. Surely, he wasn't that late to physics already? Shrugging his shoulders, he figured it'd be fine. He was ahead of the class anyway.

Scratching the back of his neck, Cameron came across a large wooden door blocking the corridor. There were gaps to either side of this door, but they weren't large enough for him to squeeze past. God damn it. Am I too fat? Maybe if I was Year Eight again...

He sighed. It wasn't as if the door had a room behind it, otherwise it wouldn't be in the middle of the damned corridor. It was probably just a prank someone was playing, but who the hell puts a door in the middle of the corridor? What a shit prank, he mused to himself. Upon closer inspection, the school boy noticed the plaque at the top of the door, reading Storage.

Sighing for the upteenth time that day, Cameron grasped the silver handle of the door and pushed, he was instantly assaulted with a familiar.

"Ohhhh~ a sailor went to sea sea sea, to see what he could see see see! But all that he could- Oh hey Cam." There, in the black room lined with shelf after shelf of cleaning equipment sat Rob, cross legged, slap bang in the middle of the room.

"Rob. Get out of the school, you shouldn't be here during lunch!" Cameron's face contorted into that of confusion. How was he here?

"That's your first thing you say? How about, 'What the hell, there was nothing behind this door!'" Rob flailed his arms for effect, comically and exaggerated. In contrast, Cameron froze, not because of his friends flagrant show of stupidity, but because he'd been right (which was rare).

"W-wait. How are you not freaking out about this? This whole scenario breaks the laws of physics!!" The look of confusion was replaced with one of bewilderment at the private schooler. "You're serious. You have literally no qualms about this." Cameron pinched his nose. "Unbelievable. Let me guess, you waltzed in here, singing." Rob beamed at him.

Cameron, pausing the conversation, took a moment to survey his surroundings. Dark. Very dark. The room was poorly lit, much akin to that of a dim light bulb, and the room smelt and felt damp. Lined up against the walls were shelves of cleaning equipment, amongst other things like crates, and apparently, broken clocks. The door Cameron had come through had disappeared, which explained why Rob was in there. The room was silent, save for the two boys breathing. It stayed like this for a few minutes, before Rob spoke up.

"Hey, do you hear that?" The room fell silent again, and sure enough, there was most certainly a noise, getting louder and louder. Like a struggling vacuum. Both boys turned their heads to the end of the hall, and took note of the wall of white light approaching them. Rob stood up, and came beside his friend, as they both stared at the offending physics breaker.

How many times had Cameron sighed today? Too many, and now, it was too many plus one.

"Can't we run?" His eyes fixated on the fast approaching light, Cameron consulted his friend.

"Nope." Rob turned to him and beamed, "So we best get this over with!" Grabbing Cameron's arm, Rob made a break for the white light, and passed through effortlessly. They both soon found that there was a distinct lack of ground, and the two fell into a long spiraling freefall. The light intensified, and with the sensation much akin to that of being punched in the gut hard, both boys blacked out.

In the colourful village that was Ponyville, a group of six mares trotted down the pathway to the library.

And when I say trotted, I mean one flew, one bounced, and the rest trotted. The one that was bouncing stopped abruptly (in mid air) and gasped. Tail twitch, body corkscrew, double was twitch, eye wink. Pinkie Pie had a huge smile on her face. The purple a livorno noticed her sense and asked her,

"Pinkie, what's up?" Twilight asked, approaching the earth pony. She was soon joined by the cyan pegasus.

"Yeah Pinkie, that's a new combo for the sense thing?" Rainbow Dash added. The gravity defying mare simply beamed at them both.

"You sillies! It means that we've got visitors from another dimension!" Her smile intensified, and the group all laughed at their friend. Because honestly,

What were the chances of that?